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I knew I was in trouble the second my mother walked into my house.
“What did you do?” my mother demanded.
I dropped the towel I was using to dry the floor and stood up slowly.
“I kissed her.” I said.
“Are you stupid? She
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No one saw me leave. I packed my car, turned my phone off, stopped in town for cash and a phone and hit the road. I used the new phone’s GPS, to take me to a country resort, about three hours away.I followed the road to where I saw a sign that said office. It was a single building; no other buildings were in sight. I got out of my car and looked around.“Ass end of the world.” I thought and knocked on the door.
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Three hours later found me sitting next to the fire drinking beer and watching the flames. My guitar lay on the ground next to me. I had brought it out but had not touched it yet. I reached down and got myself another beer. It was dark all around me. I grinned after a while and picked up my guitar. I started doing finger style songs at first but the more beer I drank the more I got into the mood for a proper song. I finally put my meat and the roast bread on the fire to start cooking. I stood there next to the fire and thought about my mother. I grinned then started to play while I sang to myself.
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The drive home was way too short in my opinion. I pulled into my driveway with the Proclaimers blaring from the speakers. I got out with my sunglasses and grinned at my mother who was rushing towards me.“Hey Ma!” I said and gave her a massive hug and did a tiny dance with her.“Don’t you dare do that to us ever again you hear?” she yelled but returned the hug nonetheless.
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My father had rushed me to the emergency room. Apparently he had seen Miss Preston leave in a terrible hurry. He was walking over to my house when the window got smashed.He sat next to my bed while the doctors stitched me up and put my hand in a cast.“What made you do this?” he asked sympathetically while he stitched the numb arm.“Woman troubles from the looks of the one that ran
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My mother woke me in the morning or breakfast. My hand hurt like hell but I grit my teeth and didn’t say a word about it. I tried to stay awake but failed horribly. Before I knew it the holidays were over and I was getting dressed for school. The cast had been taken off and replaced by a tighter sponge cast that I could take off to clean the cuts. The doctor had looked at the wounds and had decided to leave the stitches in another couple of days.I drove myself to school, music down low. I was met by a couple of seniors in the parking lot. They chatted around me and took my bag to carry it to class. I had half a dozen people around me. I shook my head and looked for Tommy who was off to one s
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The light was rather bright. I heard people talk about ripped stitches and wounds and blood loss but I couldn’t put them all together. “She has a fresh needle mark in the centre of her right arm. Test for drugs, she was here previously for a drug over dose.” I heard people call out.People were talking and yelling around and above me, talking things that sounded like gibberish. After a while I felt that I was on the move again and taken to a quieter place. The doctor stood in my room, talking to someone as if he was giving them a
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My father picked me up from the hospital. We drove in silence to the house. He tried talking to me but I was not in the mood to speak to him. He took my overnight bag and dropped it in my house before he said“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with us?” “Yeah. Thanks dad. I think I’ll be going to take a nap.” I replied with certainty.
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School was finally over. It was the first day I successfully avoided Miss Preston and Miss Sheldon. I walked through the crowded hallways to my car, listening to the just completed Biology lesson. I was walking past Mr Berk’s class when I heard a slight commotion in the room. I stopped in the door and watched him teach.“Andy? What are you doing here?” he asked carefully.“Are you giving extra maths lessons sir?” I asked him carefully.
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